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Incident at Pima Mesa

Copyright© 2004 by Amanda Pierce

Chapter 1

Incest Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Miranda's insatiable carnal desires are unleashed when she is given shelter by a minister and his wife in nineteenth century Arizona.

Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Fa/Fa   Mult   Consensual   Reluctant   Rape   Coercion   Lesbian   BiSexual   Heterosexual   Fiction   Historical   Cheating   Slut Wife   Incest   Mother   Sister   Daughter   Cousins   BDSM   Rough   Gang Bang   Anal Sex   Pregnancy   Exhibitionism   Slow  

The year was 1881. The sun was a blazing orb burning in a near cloudless sky. The wagon was old and creaked under the strain as the horses plodded across the southern Arizona plains.

"I'm glad we waited."

The young man smiled as he spoke and looked into the eyes of the woman he had married only hours before.

"Well, Mr. Tom Willis, I don't mind telling you, you nearly drove me crazy with your waiting."

He switched both reins to one hand, his other arm going around the young woman's waist.

"Well, Mrs. Tom Willis, you shan't have to wait much longer. Another hour or two and we will make Sierra Verde."

She smiled.

"And there I hope you will find the wait worth while."

She moved his hand to her breast.

"In fact, why wait?"

Her hand went to his crotch.

"Now Miranda, what if someone comes along?"

"Who's apt to come along out here? You said yourself this shortcut is seldom used, even by the Indians."

"Well, you never know. Besides, I want our first time to be in our own bed, right and proper."

She laughed.

"Making me wait again, eh?"

"If it were up to you, Mrs. Willis, we'd probably have ended up in that hayloft the first night we met."

"And I dare say we would have had a lot more fun than we did at that stuffy church social."

"Of that I'm sure," he responded by squeezing a bit.

"And in the meantime," she chastised jokingly, withdrawing her hand and moving his back to her waist, "you can just keep your mind on driving this team of horses and getting us to Sierra Verde in one piece."

He laughed and switched the reins urging the horses onward.

Unnoticed on the top of a nearby mesa, a lone rider sat astride his mount and silently surveyed the wagon winding its way.

His eyes tracked the wagon and its human cargo much as a vulture awaits a meal. Tall and lean, his Mexican face was ruggedly handsome, dark hair and eyes accentuated by a black moustache.

A slight smile crossed his face as he pushed back his sombrero and started the horse in a slow, deliberate walk along the mesa rim.

He would wait. He had been tracking them for several hours. He thought to himself that patience always paid off... and he was a patient man.

"It does seem to me we're taking a big chance just packing up and moving to Sierra Verde this way," she sobered, her eyes no longer laughing.

 
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